Chapter 465 Ten Absolute Chess Game

Be honest!

Fang Xing admitted honestly at this time that he had indeed fallen into the trap of others. Although he has long felt that the bronze mirror is different, and he passed the previous checkpoints with ease, he was vigilant and prepared to deal with accidents, but he still did not expect that the eighth gate of Tongtian Ancient Road Close it, and there will be an old monster that has lived for thousands of years...

Hate the ancestor!

This guy who has become a legendary antique in Guixu is actually waiting for him at the eighth level.

For a while, although he was full of doubts, he didn't have the slightest thought of exploring the root cause, and it was true to run for his life...

At this time, he used all his strength to escape for his life, and his speed has been increased to the extreme...

But before he knew it, the scene around him had changed. The vast black land had disappeared, but countless small white or black hills appeared silently around him. Usually, his way was blocked, he had no way to go to the sky, and was incapable of going to the earth. He was trapped in an isolated world and became a pawn in it.

At the other end of the chessboard, sat cross-legged like a skeleton, the Heaven-hating Patriarch. He had picked up the bronze mirror at this time. Fang Xing used all his strength to chop the bronze mirror. The aura was almost gone, but the ancestor hate the sky obviously didn't care much, he casually picked up a sliver of aura, introduced it into his own sea of ​​consciousness, and learned a lot of past events through it...

"So that's it, it's that nosy guy again..."

Ancestor Hentian sighed lightly, but he was not angry at all. At this moment, he seemed to have no strength to get angry.

"When the old man was trapped in the eighth formation, he turned into a clone and left with a bronze mirror. He wanted to attract passers-by, but he didn't expect that Lu Fengtian was determined to regard the old man as the last one he killed before he died. The devil, he sacrificially refined his Fengtian Dharma Sword, and ended up beheading the clone of the old man. In order to prevent the bronze mirror from falling into his hands, the clone of the old man can only seal himself with his last strength..."

"It's pitiful, a good plan, just one variable, let the old man stay here for thousands of years..."

"I was determined to obtain the secret treasures of the Supreme Dao, and I did not hesitate to fall into the eighth level with my real body. I escaped with only one clone, and set up this seemingly perfect situation, but I didn't expect that I almost withered to death. Isn't this also a cocoon? "

"..."

Heantian Patriarch muttered to himself, half crying and half laughing.

It wasn't until a long time later that he raised his head, looked at Fang Xing who was still fleeing desperately even though he was trapped in the chessboard, and said softly to himself, "Fortunately, after thousands of years of hard work, I finally waited." There is a glimmer of life coming, but in such a big situation, it is only a foundation-building brat, the old man did not expect, is it possible that the people returning to the ruins are so unsatisfactory?"

"Forget it, anyway, this kid has a good background, let's make do with it..."

After finishing these words, he gently exhaled a weak breath, which touched the mystery of the chess game.

"boom!"

In front of Fang Xing's escape, a huge chess piece suddenly fell from the sky, and the violent force immediately sent him flying backwards. , I suddenly saw the skinny and bone-hating old Tianzu, who was only two or three feet away from him, looking at him with great interest, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Little devil, I can't escape..."

The Ancestor Hentian laughed softly: "This is the eighth formation laid down by the Taishang Taoist Palace. With reference to the chaotic situation of the Thirty-Three Heavens and the evolution of the desperate situation of heaven and earth, the Ten Great Chess Game has been laid out. It cannot be broken, it cannot be defended, and no son can fall , with the old man’s cultivation, he was trapped in this formation, and he has not escaped for thousands of years, and he even gave up the hope of escape, how can you escape with a mere foundation-building cultivation?”

Fang Xing was expressionless, turned over and sat on the ground, and glanced around several times with sharp eyes.

"Hey, old bastard, what's going on, tell your young master!"

He suddenly seemed to be completely unafraid, like a Qingpi on the street, he asked carelessly.

"You... you are not afraid of me?"

Ancestor Heantian seemed a little surprised and asked hesitantly.

Fang Xing took out a gourd to drink, and said: "If you are willing to let me go, don't say you are afraid of you, you can call your ancestors, but will you?"

"Interesting...interesting..."

The Ancestor Hentian laughed softly, and said: "Based on this sentence, if there is a chance of life in this place, I will let you go!"

Fang Xing raised his ears and said, "What do you mean by a glimmer of life?"

Heantian Patriarch understood at a glance that Fang Xing was trying to trick him into talking. It is estimated that the brat's head was still a mess until now. He could not have said it, but he hadn't seen outsiders for thousands of years. Secondly, what he wanted to do required Fang Xing to be as desperate as possible, so he coughed lightly and said slowly, "That is to say, only one person can get out alive in this round..."

"Back then, with an invincible cultivation base, this old man forcibly broke into this Supreme Dao Palace and broke through seven levels in a row. He was like a broken bamboo, but he never thought that he would fall into the chess game of the eighth level. If I don't want to start this game, I want to get out, but I'm already trapped by this game of chess. In desperation, I have no choice but to transform into a clone, grab the bronze mirror and leave, looking for someone who can inherit this game of chess on my behalf ..."

"You want me to play chess for you? I can't, I can only flip the chessboard!"

Fang Xing was stunned for a while, although what he said was a bit rascal, it was the truth.

Hehetian Patriarch laughed, and was about to say more, but suddenly coughed lightly, and his breath dropped rapidly.

"Huh? Is this old man going to die?"

Fang Xing's eyes lit up immediately, because the Heaven-hating Patriarch at this time looked like an old man who was about to run out of oil and burn out.

But obviously his luck was not so good. The rapidly withered Ancestor Heantian seemed to have gotten used to his appearance long ago, but with the last of his strength, he took a sudden breath, which was as straight as a giant. The whale sucked water, and unexpectedly attracted a ray of thunder from the distant void behind him, and it rushed into his body like a thin swimming snake.

"call……"

With this ray of thunder, the ancestor Hentian suddenly became a little more energetic, and his vitality grew a little bit.

"Huh? What kind of treasure is this? Old man, can you share with me?"

Fang Xing's eyes lit up, seeing the magic of this ray of thunder.

"Hehe, little devil, you have a good eye. This is a ray of energy in the Thunder Pond of Creation. If it weren't for the old man's practice of Taixi Youxu Jue, which can help me attract the energy there from the ninth level to maintain my vitality, I would have been alive for two thousand years." I will die here before... Sigh, are you tempted? This old man is also tempted, it is a thunder pond of good fortune, if I can drink a sip, this old man may even transcend the world of mortals... Sigh, I have been trapped here for thousands of years , knowing that it is close at hand, but has no chance to get close..."

There was a ghostly fire flickering in the eye sockets of the ancestor hate sky, and he looked annoyed and envious.

"Fortune Lightning Pond?"

Even Fang Xing's eyes lit up when he heard it.

He really doesn't know what this Fortune Thunder Pond is, but it's a good thing when he hears the name!

The Ancestor Heantian seemed to have guessed that Fang Xing didn't know the details of the Thunder Pond, so he smiled and explained: "This Thunder Pond is one of the three great fortunes of the Taishang Dao Palace. That day, the thunder destroyed all the vitality in the Taishang Taoism, but it happened to leave a thunder pool full of vitality inside the Taishang Taoism..."

"How do you get it?"

Fang Xing subconsciously blurted out the question.

The Ancestor Heantian also seemed to think that this little ghost was about to die, but he still cared about the method of obtaining good fortune of the Taishang Taoist lineage, which was very interesting, so he said patiently: "It's actually very simple. As long as you get out of this chess game and break through the ninth level, you can see the thunder pool of good fortune, and even the other two great good fortune..."

"It's a chess game again..."

Fang Xing seemed a little lost, thought for a while, and said, "I don't know how to play chess, it's useless if you catch me..."

"Hehe, you don't need to know how to play chess..."

Patriarch Hentian found it more and more interesting, laughed softly, and said softly: "The old man had been comprehending for ninety-nine and eighty-one days at that time, but he didn't think of a way to solve this situation, but he came up with another way out. The Nine Passes to the Heaven are certainly mysterious, but when the Nine Forms of Tests were laid out, it was already at the time when the Taishang Taoism was about to be destroyed, and the passes left were not rigorous. Simply put, each pass has loopholes that can be exploited. The same is true for Guan, I don’t need to break the chess game, I just need to find someone to replace the old man in the game, and I can escape the chess game, or go to the ninth level, or directly leave this ghost place, and enjoy the world..."

Fang Xing was stunned for a moment, and said angrily, "Aren't you cheating?"

Ancestor Heantian said: "From the first level to here, which level is not cheating?"

Fang Xing was a little speechless at the moment, and after thinking for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of something, and said softly: "If only one person needs to be left in this chess game, doesn't it mean that I can also... "

Patriarch Hentian smiled and said: "That's right, if you have the ability to escape from my grasp, you can keep me here!"

Fang Xing's eyes lit up, and he stood up holding a black giant sword.

However, the Ancestor Hentian seemed to have seen some big joke, and laughed silently: "When the old man entered Guixu, he had already survived three tribulations, but you are just a person who is not even a golden core. Little brat, do you still want to fight me?"

Fang Xing didn't smile, he tilted his head to look at the ancestor Hentian, and said, "Have you been here for thousands of years?"

The Ancestor Hentian didn't answer, but looked at him curiously.

Fang Xing lowered his head and thought, and said softly: "For thousands of years, there was nothing to eat, nothing to drink, not even spiritual energy, only the occasional ray of fortune-telling breath to maintain vitality... with you Let me tell you something, when I first entered Guixu, I met your great-granddaughter who didn’t know which generation. She was not my opponent. Normally, I could crush her to death, but at that time I just After two years of starvation, with sore hands and feet, unable to use all her skills, she was easily taken down by her..."

While talking, he raised his head to look at Patriarch Hentian, and said with a ghostly smile: "And you, you have been hungry for thousands of years..."